MARK FARLEY: The Recollection Collection

The lonely widower broke into abandoned houses. Careful overnight work pulled lines of wallpaper down whole. Safely home, he hung them up and rested his forehead against them—breathing memories of crayon scribbles, the height charts of those who’d grown, and frames of lost portraits burned by the fading sun.

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And they are all empty too. He’s stealing what’s left behind, unwanted/unneeded. Not to mention it sounds as though his neighborhood is emptying and he won’t sell. Profoundly lonely–you didn’t need the adjective in the first line. Such a great last line.